At least they remember me
October 25, 2007 – 1:25 amEveryone enjoyed reading abode acrobat . net, the journal charting my daring progress around the world in 2007 (at the very least, the googlebot had a good laugh). Nowadays my travel is limited to a walk down the road to buy some lunch, so I started this blog to store the thoughts that really don’t interest anyone.
That’s right, I’m lolling about in San Francisco, spending plenty of time on the internet, and enjoying lunch in the park. Sitting in the sunshine at Alta Plaza, you can glimpse the sea between the grand houses on Broadway. If you stand on certain benches you can catch the red of the Golden Gate Bridge. It’s very American Dream: they show you enough of the beautiful view to tempt you, but you have to be rich to actually buy the houses watching over a sweep of the bay from the far Pacific round to Alcatraz and beyond. But don’t worry, everyone’s allowed to become a billionaire.
An age-old rumour is that the USA loves people from Britain. If it was ever true, it turns out to have been a fad; apparently, speakers with a French twang are all the rage these days. Still, I’ve always wanted to be part of a minority and at least I stand out a little here. I’m quite sure that in the kitchens of Noah’s Bagels they have conversations running something like this:
“You know that irritating little English bloke who comes in here from time to time?”
“Oh yeah…”
“Well, don’t you think he has a stupid face?”
“Yes! I’d been thinking that too!”
You see! They remember who I am!
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